“Really? Oh shit! I’m sorry. Does this make you uncomfortable?” I asked her.“It should but I can’t help but stare” she said back.“Well, ... can’t just make it go away” I said laughing.“Well, I have a confession to make, maybe it’s because of the wine we’re drinking and the fact your hard on is staring at me through those boxers and the fact that I haven’t been fucked for years but you know when we dance?” She said as she began to slur her words.“Yeah” I replied.“Well I could feel that thing. The first meet of my visit was actually going to be a coffee joint in the nearby town, just so we could make sure we were both ready to go that one step further in our relationship. I dressed smart casual so as to not look too out of place (no panties of course…I do have standards hehe), however I told the whale to wear something tight, like bulging tight so I would know it’s her.As I sat outside the coffee shop in the sun and enjoyed something with a name far too long to be sensible, I looked. She dropped to her knees involuntarily, feeling weak and starting to sweat from the heat her body generated from all the attention.At first she thought it was over, but the sound of a zipper told her she was just getting started. Looking up Stacey saw a stiffening cock placed right in front of her."Suck it."Stacey sobbed in resignation, then began to slowly put the member up to her soft lips. Slowly she engulfed the head and began bringing it deeper into her mouth. Suddenly he grabbed her head. His sideline of taking bets for bored housewives was his primary source of income and he had the perk of sometimes collecting his debts in an unorthodox manner.Danny was still limping from a sprain he sustained running from scene of a minor kneecapping of a known informer with blood on his hands. It had been a trying exercise because he knew the man as a father of one of his many conquests and he felt guilty that he had to enforce the grim code of revenge on someone he would probably see when.